The dogs, too, snarled, and would not let him approach them.

He wept, and begged some biscuit from his mother, declaring he would give up his own breakfast to make his peace with the dogs.

He fed them, caressed them, and seemed to ask pardon.

The dog is always grateful; Flora soon licked his hands; Turk was more unrelenting, appearing to distrust him.

"Give him a claw of the lobster," said Jack; "for I make you a present of the whole for your journey." "Don't be uneasy about them," said Ernest, "they will certainly meet with cocoa-nuts, as Robinson did, very different food to your wretched lobster.